Rod and Staff

I'm walking with Gods rod of righteousness and His staff of salvation No fear or frustration Waters divide as i walk down the middle Never a slave to the devil and his 1000 string fiddles God gives me His raps,His rhymes,and a million mad riddles I get chased through dark deserts of doom and deceit 600 chariots of chaos keep coming for me The horses and its riders He casts to the sea With His rod and His staff I walk cause I'm free With His rod and His staff I slide and I stroll through gardens of evil and ghetto battlefields Where deals get signed and sealed with lead sleeping pills Where junkies in jungles stay hooked like piranhas on potients and poisons and 10 minute thrills With His rod and His staff bad blood flows and spills With His rod and His staff I stop the insane and I silence the ill I march through mental minefields without scars,stains,or scratches With His rod and His staff a new day it hatches I fly from the nest straight up to His glory With His rod and His staff I kill the gruesome and the gory With His rod and His staff there is peace in the valley